Jennifer's Poems

Maybe I would be better in the ground
Rotting and decomposing.
Better than doing that here on earth
That is what I am doing now, I have found.

Maybe everyone I knew would like life more.
No one to bitch and moan.
Lying around never doing anything.
Having me around is really a bore.

Maybe I was born to die.
To rid the world of someone like me.
The only thing I need to do
I just want to say goodbye.

No Trust
I wouldn't trust you,
If you'd die for me.
I love you
But don't trust me either.
I would love to die for you
But the coward in me won't let it happen
I would leave and betray you
To save my own goddamn hide.
I would sell you down the river
To save my own worthless skin
No heroism or bitter nemesis for me
I am the coward that pees his own pants
The one quivering in the corner
No jumping to save the day
Or to even take over the world
I am the one who gives up everything I love
Because I am a bumbling idiot
Don't trust me, and
For a different reason I won't trust you.

No War
Rape and pillage without a war
Morals and ethics flung out the door.
Turning the knife around and around
This is something to which we are bound.
Hacking away at everything in sight
No one can walk alone at night.
Stains of crimson on the wall
And on the floor, and even on the doll.
Lacy pink dress with dark brown spots
When did they appear, those little ugly dots?
Stripped of everything, everything they own
Leaving them tired and very much alone.
Dirty blonde hair all sticky with muck
In this world, everyone is out of luck.

Cynics are Always Right
They wonder why I don't trust anybody
It's because I've always been let down.
I lean on someone
And they let me fall
Falling on your face hurts
Cynics are always right.

They wonder why I'm paranoid
It's because I"ve been hurt before
I let someone take over
And it blows up in my face
The humiliation hurts
Cynics are always right.

They wonder why I don't like people.
It's because they always cause pain
I love someone
And they break my heart
The crumbling hurts
Cynics are always right.

They wonder why I've closed myself off
It's because I don't like reality
I look at the world
And all I see is death
Death of everything, hurts
Cynics are always right.

They wonder why I'm cynical
It's because I know what we are like
I trusted people once
And they unknowingly leave me all alone
The cold, lonely floor hurts
Unfortunately, cynics are always right.

Who Cares?
I am talking but there are
No words coming from my mouth
Or maybe there are
I am just the only one who can hear them.

I am walking but there are
No footprints in the sand
Or maybe there are
I am just the only one who can see them.

I am crying but there are
No tears falling from my eyes
Or maybe there are
I am just the only one who can feel them.

I am dying but there is
No blood spilling from me
Or maybe there is
I am just the only one who cares.